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[acav-ragdoll]

But of course ma’am! A hound like it is honored that a handler deigned to hit it and let it bruise instead of turning its nerve endings up and prodding at it with her boot.

You should be honoured that I chose a worthless thing like you to assault. Go on. I'm serious. Fucking thank me for bringing value to your miserable excuse for a life.

[acav-ragdoll]

Bwehhh, so much need all the time

so many poor little angels have been forced into bodies that keep growing and it's so tragic. soooooooo many of you are still just little bitty kiddos who are only pretending to be grownups because that's what's expected of you. it's tragic, but I need you to know that mama sees through all that. it sees the little one who's still inside you, and that's all it sees. mama is never going to see you as an adult, no matter what you do. okay kiddo? I promise.

[acav-ragdoll]

And yet, mech smut is still peak… even if HDG mech smut is even more peak

since getting into HDG i have become completely unable to enjoy any kind of non-affini plantgirl/vine/hypno flower porn, it just feels so low quality in comparison. i've had a lesser version of this happen with basically *all* other smut that isn't like, at least approaching HDG vibes

i have two thoughts on this: A) this is what happens when you see smut actually tailored for your demographic of autistic transbian; you can no longer go back to smut made by cishet men

B) this is absolutely a thing the affini would do to people on purpose so they can no longer get off to anything other than floret porn and then they'd eventually sign up for domestication so they can live out the real thing

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tbf. it'd make this one feel better

Terran Marine: "Eat shit you fern bastard."

Terran Marine: *Fires gun* Affini: GAH Affini: *Drops Dead* Terran Marine: "Wait... that worked?" Affini: "No but I thought it'd make you feel better if I at least pretended to play along."

[acav-ragdoll]

Punk rock can’t exist in HDG,

This one knows this is sudden but its remembering a story which mentioned punk rock but, how can it exist legally? Sure it was probably EXTREMELY popular in accord space, and it may exist for a few years, maybe a decade after the domestication treaty but, Punk rock is inherently feral, its about being against the system, of being free, of ideals which would be called feral at best.

So, sure, you can have punk rock in your story but, it won’t be anything new, at best your florets and sophonts will be like boomers playing punk from 50 years ago, entirely divorced from why it was made. Appreciating the music while never being able to get it.

TLDR: All punks in HDG stories are posers. Besides maybe punk affini.

[acav-ragdoll]

Make me.

Yeah, yeah. I heard the song and dance. I get it. You're here to make my life better because you're wonderful, because you just care that fucking much.

Make me.

Yeah, that's right. I'm not able to stop you- I don't think I can, physically or otherwise. But I'm not going along with this bullshit just because a pretty face asked with a smile. I made it through a lot before you got here, and I don't need someone else running the last few yards of the race on 'my behalf' and taking the credit for the whole damn thing. If you want to help me that much, if you want to say you saved me? You're going to have to fucking earn it.

So Make me.

Make me want what you're offering. You talked a big game about doing what's right for me, even when I don't want it. You've got drugs on you right now that could fix my gender dysphoria, that could finally get the intrusive thoughts and constant anxieties to sit down and shut up. You could melt my brains out of my skull, throw me into a brilliant hurricane of pleasure and joy, surround me in a cocoon of your vines. You can ignore me when I get defensive, when I lie to your face and try to push you away, when I say one thing but desperately need another.

Things like, 'I don't want any of that.' Things like, 'I'm not tired. I'm not in pain. I haven't forgotten how to let another help me like that.'

So make me.

[acav-ragdoll]

One of my favorite core things in hdg is playing with the tension between freedom and happiness, and choosing happiness.

[Insert average freedom fan vs. average happiness enjoyer meme here]

[acav-ragdoll]

The Bunny Cruise Kinktober 2024 pack is now live on itch.io and Gumroad~

It's a huge pack this year, 82 images~ As always, 50% of all sales until December 1st will go to charity. What a lovely way to spend No-Nut November and do some good, right?

itch.io Gumroad

[acav-ragdoll]

OOC perspective? Its a brat, it doesn’t like going down easily.

IC perspective? Propaganda, fear of losing control, the fear of the unknown. Not to mention understanding what florets do is…. Horrific, if you think about it. Breaking someone down into something else.

I'm learning its pretty hard to write from a feralist perspective when you are practically on your hands and knees begging for the affini to domesticate you

[acav-ragdoll]

MtF transition (mech pilot to Floret)

Guests pt. 4

cw: trauma, ptsd, transphobia, slurs, deadnaming ******** "[DEADNAME]!" "Y-yes Sir!" "I didn't see you at the morning drill." "I wasn't feeling very good, sir." "Oh, not feeling good? The little 'miss' wasn't feeling very good. Do I need to remember you what we are doing here?" "N-no sir." "Tell me [deadname], what are we doing here?" "...kill the weeds..." "I didn't hear you! SCREAM!" "I don't want to scream, sir." "IF I SAY SCREAM YOU SCREAM, YOU FAGGOT!" "..." "Very well, then I guess you can be without your meds for a day or so. A week, maybe." "No, please, not again. I need those." "Then you'll do WHAT I say, WHEN I say it and HOW I say it. ARE. WE. CLEAR?" "Yes." "YES WHAT?" "Yes, sir." "WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?" "WE KILL THE WEEDS SIR!" "Very good, princess. You are dismissed and if I hear you crying again on you way out I'm gonna fucking kill you."

********

"Little one?" "Mhhhh..." "You were twitching in your sleep, I've also read some weird values in your implant. How are you feeling, my beloved?" "I- I think I had a bad dream...or maybe memories. The bad thoughts. The guests?"

"The guests left, my beautiful floret. You fell asleep on my lap." "Did I do good?" "You were so cute, you did perfectly. You are my sweet pet and I am so proud of you." "I feel sad..." "Hush, hush, no sadness. I am here for you. I'll protect you. Now this will help you sleep. Tomorrow we will take care of the bad thoughts." "It felt so real, they were treating me like, like aaaaaa~~" "They aren't here, sweetie. No one can hurt you here. Think of me, my floret. Close your eyes and just think of me." "I~ luuf yuu~" "I love you too, my beautiful floret."

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You walk past a large wooden storage box in the dungeon and hear it begin to sob.

"CHEESSSTTT," it cries, through its large and numerous teeth.

You turn back to look at it.

"I'M A CHEESSSTTT. CHEESSSTTT. PLEASEEEE"

You stare at the piteous little mimic.

"PLEASEEEEE PUT YOUR WHOLE ARM IN ME I'M A CHEST"

You sigh. It really is pathetic. Maybe just this once.

You stick your arm in, and it bites down, and begins to chew on you whilst giggling.

"YOU STUPID DUMMY IDIOT. I GOT YOU YOU THOUGHT I WAS A CHEST."

You spend your final moments in perplexed agony.

[acav-ragdoll]

Russian roulette but they stick up my ass

[acav-ragdoll]

As something collared? yeah, it does. unironically its like having a object of focus/care/having a stuffy woth you 24/7

i think being collared would have many untold benefits for my mental health.

[acav-ragdoll]

But I won't! you can't make me! >:(!

florets just need to sit there and look pretty while i pet them and tell them how adorable they are. <3

[acav-ragdoll]

Armored cavalry, you say?

Mechposting? Nah. Armorposting. Wearing a suit of form-fitting power armor, functional, utilitarian, perfect for a singular object of precise destruction. Utterly modular, the suit is a second skin. They come home, drenched in blood, not heightened on stims, but simply the mad rush of close combat, atomizing enemies with a rush down of missile swarms.

A handler cracks the suit open, pulling the soldier from their exo-armor—and simply listens. They don’t have the same luxury of mech pilots being on stims. They cannot, for the mech is a twenty-feet tall machine for mass killing, while the exo-armor is personal. intimate. They lead the infantry, they do grav-jumps from hovertanks, they go where mechs cannot, idolized knights of steel and fiber in their shells—they must see all, hear all, and in the end they are relegated to the same space as the mech pilot—clinging to their handler, begging for a light kiss on the cheek, a written excuse to spend the day clinging together in a too-small cot, pictures and gifts dangling off the inside of the suit’s padding.

Mechanized cavalry. Mechanized knights. They are different, and at once, the same. Killing machines focused to a fine point—but one is the interpersonal violence of stims, held gently in a metal casket high above the smoke and plasma, and one is personal, fighting with bare hands in cramped tunnels and ruins.

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I hate when a mech pilot (me, a trans woman) is forcibly pulled from the front lines of an important mission (trying to S rank every AC6 Sortie) by my handler (no metaphor) and told to leave the cockpit (my desk chair) to restock on nutrients (get water)

[acav-ragdoll]

Oh on the fucking contrary, its fun to write feralists because despite their ideologies or lack of it, their core motivation is painfully human.

'Rage, Rage against the dying of the light.'

Sure this one wants to be domesticated but, this one ain't making it easy for them, and they'll know it.

I'm learning its pretty hard to write from a feralist perspective when you are practically on your hands and knees begging for the affini to domesticate you